I'M Sorry, Lord
I’m Sorry, Lord
By Dane Smith-Johnsen
I’m Sorry. Oh, dear Lord, my God.
While imperfect on this earth I trod.
Forgive me, sins of omission.
As I live by will in submission.
One wrong choice after another,
Soon, I turned my head from a brother.
Then, focused mostly on myself.
Love: Thy example, put on the shelf.
I’m sorry, dearest, perfect God.
I failed to hold to Thy iron rod.
I made new friends; they seemed so dear.
Thy muddied teachings once crystal clear.
Temptation came to blinded eyes.
And I listened to the devil’s lies.
Rationalizing: next best friends.
Forgetting to know the wages: sins.
I’m sorry, Lord. Your love ignored.
I turned away from Thy care adored.
Forgive me for my youthful ways.
I forgot to love Thee day by day.
Now kneel I humbly at Thy throne.
Heal my heart. Understanding has grown.
Forgive me for forgetting, God.
I’m sorry for imperfections trod.
This poem was written for Christie Moses, I’m Sorry Contest.
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